#sinpromts

[weebsinstash]

wouldn't it be fucked up if you got hanahaki for your yandere (without you knowing how fucked up they are obviously) and later on down the line after you've been cured, you're in their living space living with them as a couple and, there's a certain room you've been asked not to enter, but you get curious and do some snooping anyways and--

You get borderline re-traumatized as you recognize the exact size, shape, and species of the flowers you used to cough up in the depths of your disease, now encased in epoxy resin, pressed into books, made into ART, made TIMELESS, PERMANENT--

Like to you these are reminders of you almost dying, symptoms of your deepest humiliation and shame, reminders of the terrors of brushing with death, it's FUCKING YOU UP to see them again, like legitimate psychological damage, and meanwhile your yandere apparnetly likes to observe them like the goddamn Mona Lisa. Petals that may or may not have been speckled red with the blood of a fatal illness, in frames on the wall, locked inside vaults, tucked away into drawers--

Yeah I think I would be destroying that entire room and leaving nothing behind for that sicko to appreciate when they come home. By the time they return from work their special room is completely trashed and their precious darling has escaped to run off to start a new life far, far away from the very person they once almost died for...